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All Odds - Poem by righteous poet

Against all odds misery said I'd die, but I lived-considered an abnormal child dwelled beneath the utterparts of the earth for a while, wow! Against all odds. Against all odds powerless became powerful, debilitating became soulful, depravity became hopeful, darkness became colorful. Against all odds I championed the ghettos, hell holes, of the most crucial life...
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